Can you play the Taps please, and follow with thunderous applause
Well the deed is done. I warned that little menace to get out while the getting was good, but nooooooooo. So drastic measures were taken. He under estimated me. Maybe because I had failed so many times before. But as they say, Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. And you all know I was beyond scorned, I was blackened like a Cajun Catfish.
The mouse was in an almost empty cereal box that I left on the counter in hopes of trapping the little devil. It worked. I closed the lid. Now what? The freezer? No, it would find a way out before it froze. Tried the toilet trick once before, and we all know how that turned out. I don't own any metal containers or a glass jar large enough to dump it in. So what else could I do but what I did?
I filled the tub with hot water and Draino. Yep, you heard me correctly. Then I submerged the box. I held it down with the toilet brush and prayed that the varmint would stay inside the box to drown. No such luck.
It swam around, and my conscious started to get to me. So I swished the water around to make the process faster. When it jumped on the floating cereal box like a life raft I began to cry. I was committed now, I couldn't save it even if I knew how. It would die slowly from the Draino on and in it's body. So I knocked it off the box, and moved the water around so quickly he went under and did not come back up. Then I waited for about 5 minutes. Used the brush to pull out the cereal box and then let the water out.
There was still a little cereal in the box upon submersion, so it caused a small clog which slowed the draining process. When the water was low enough, I used an old taco bell cup to scoop the critter out and flushed it down the toilet. Then I went to clean the tub.
Uh, Houston we have a problem. In the drain was another mouse. A smaller one. Very dead. Now I feel twice as bad. After some crafty toilet brushing, it too was flushed down the toilet.
Yes, I know it sounds very cruel and borderline sadistic, but I did not know what else to do. I hope there aren't more. I don't think I could do that again. Although they do say after the first kill, the rest become easier. Who are they? Manson, Dommer, Crouger, ya know, the guys.
So tonight I go to bed feeling like a monster, but I go to bed mouse free. (I think. Enter scary music here. DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNN...)
The mouse was in an almost empty cereal box that I left on the counter in hopes of trapping the little devil. It worked. I closed the lid. Now what? The freezer? No, it would find a way out before it froze. Tried the toilet trick once before, and we all know how that turned out. I don't own any metal containers or a glass jar large enough to dump it in. So what else could I do but what I did?
I filled the tub with hot water and Draino. Yep, you heard me correctly. Then I submerged the box. I held it down with the toilet brush and prayed that the varmint would stay inside the box to drown. No such luck.
It swam around, and my conscious started to get to me. So I swished the water around to make the process faster. When it jumped on the floating cereal box like a life raft I began to cry. I was committed now, I couldn't save it even if I knew how. It would die slowly from the Draino on and in it's body. So I knocked it off the box, and moved the water around so quickly he went under and did not come back up. Then I waited for about 5 minutes. Used the brush to pull out the cereal box and then let the water out.
There was still a little cereal in the box upon submersion, so it caused a small clog which slowed the draining process. When the water was low enough, I used an old taco bell cup to scoop the critter out and flushed it down the toilet. Then I went to clean the tub.
Uh, Houston we have a problem. In the drain was another mouse. A smaller one. Very dead. Now I feel twice as bad. After some crafty toilet brushing, it too was flushed down the toilet.
Yes, I know it sounds very cruel and borderline sadistic, but I did not know what else to do. I hope there aren't more. I don't think I could do that again. Although they do say after the first kill, the rest become easier. Who are they? Manson, Dommer, Crouger, ya know, the guys.
So tonight I go to bed feeling like a monster, but I go to bed mouse free. (I think. Enter scary music here. DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNN...)
posted by Cindy at 10:30 PM
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